Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.